Chapter 2638 Hell?
"Hey, where are you from?"
Commander Cui stared at the purple-robed monk not far away and asked loudly.
"Where is this?"
The purple-robed cultivator wore a cold silver mask, his tone was low, and he asked instead of answering.
"This is Crying Soul Ridge."
Commander Cui replied.
"Where is Crying Soul Ridge?"
The purple-robed monk continued to ask.
Commander Cui said: "The Wailing Mountain is a mountain in the North Ridge. There are 100,000 mountain ridges in the North Ridge. Like the Wailing Mountain, it is just the most inconspicuous of the 100,000 mountain ridges."
For some reason, the purple-robed cultivator seemed to exude an invisible coercion.
Whenever the purple-robed monk asked a question, Commander Cui seemed to be out of control and answered subconsciously.
There was a commotion in the crowd behind him.
Commander Cui was startled, he quickly reacted, his face turned gloomy, he looked at the purple-robed cultivator not far away, and shouted: "I'm asking you something, answer honestly, don't change the subject!"
"I'll ask you again, where are you from?"
The purple-robed cultivator was silent for a while before saying, "Heaven."
"skyline?"
Commander Cui and the more than 100 monks behind him were obviously stunned.
But soon, Commander Cui and the others looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, this person actually said that he is from the heaven?"
"You're so stupid, you can't even lie!"
"Commander Cui, don't talk nonsense with him, I think this person is playing tricks on us, kill him and then talk about it! Look at the storage bag on him, what treasures are there!"
A monk couldn't help but urged.
"I advise you, don't seek death."
The purple-robed cultivator spoke suddenly, his tone indifferent.
When the martial arts deity first came here, he didn't understand everything here. He just encountered the monks here, and he didn't want to kill him, so he just reminded him one more thing.
But if this group of people are courting death by themselves, he will never be soft-hearted!
"Damn, how dare you threaten us!"
An eighth-order Earth Immortal cultivator couldn't hold it in any longer and said with a grim smile, "I'll first try to see how many pounds and taels you have!"
As soon as this monk moved, the remaining more than one hundred monks also shot, wanting to snatch the storage bag on the body of the martial arts deity as soon as possible.
In an instant, many magic weapons came from the sky.
There are still half of the monks, holding sharp blades, rushing in the direction of the martial arts deity, wanting to fight in close quarters!
Behind the silver mask of the martial arts deity, his eyes suddenly became deeper.
I saw him raise his hand slightly.
The more than 100 monks on the opposite side, including Commander Cui, were all frozen in place, unable to move!
Even the many magic weapons that rushed towards the martial arts deity were suspended in mid-air, as if they were held in place by an invisible force!
Many monks widened their eyes and looked shocked.
what is this?
Fixtures?
Commander Cui was still horrified, what kind of body-fixing technique could confine him to the same place?
Is it supernatural power?
Is this man a prisoner?
Their lord is the prisoner, but even the lord can't do this, just raise his hand, they can't even move!
Just as many monks were thinking wildly, the martial arts deity gently waved his palm.
This action is like sending off a few noisy mosquitoes.
In midair, those magic weapons seemed to be affected by some kind of force, and they flew back at a faster speed, submerging into the bodies of many monks!
puff! puff! puff!
The bodies of many cultivators exploded one after another, bursting out a cloud of blood mist!
The placement of these magical weapons was extremely precise, directly piercing the sea of consciousness between the eyebrows of this group of monks, and everyone's primordial spirit died on the spot!
The power gap between the two sides is too great!
The martial arts deity is just blowing a breath, and these monks may not be able to resist!
In a blink of an eye, among the more than 100 monks, Commander Cui was the only one left.
Commander Cui's face was pale, his body was stiff, and he was shivering with fear.
He didn't understand why he survived.
The martial arts deity didn't say a word to him. He came to the vicinity, detained the primordial spirit led by Cui, and directly performed the soul search technique!
Since you don't tell me, I'll see it myself!
After a little while, the soul search technique was over, and the primordial spirit led by Cui also became sluggish and bleak, the breath was weak, and the oil was exhausted.
The martial arts deity then threw away his primordial spirit, thoughtfully.
As he initially speculated, he had come to an exotic world that was completely different from the upper realm.
The cultivation resources here are different from those in the upper realm.
The spiritual practice of the upper realm absorbs the vitality of heaven and earth. In addition to the surrounding environment, it can also absorb the vitality of heaven and earth through various spiritual elixir, spirit stones and other cultivation resources.
In this exotic world, although there is also the vitality of heaven and earth, there is another kind of power mixed in the vitality of heaven and earth.
This kind of power is the dark and cold aura that Martial Dao deity feels.
This kind of breath is mixed with the vitality of heaven and earth, and the creatures in this exotic world are called 'Ming Qi'.
And the cultivation resource that this group of monks need is the Nether Stone.
As for the jailers and prison guards mentioned by these monks, they are all at the realm of cultivation in this exotic world.
In this exotic world, monks in the Xuanyuan, Earth, and Tianyuan levels belonged to the lowest level of monks and were collectively referred to as 'jailers'.
Only by condensing the 'Nether Crystal' can one become a 'Prisoner'.
The so-called 'Nether Crystal' actually corresponds to the Dao Fruit in the Upper Realm.
That is to say, the cultivation realm of the prisoner is equivalent to the real one, corresponding to the real immortals, real demons and Luohans in the upper realm.
Above the prison general is the legendary prison king, who corresponds to the powerhouse in the cave realm of the upper realm.
This commander Cui's cultivation realm is limited. Although he is considered to be the ninth level of the Tianyuan realm, he is only a jailer. He is at the bottom of this exotic world, and there is not much information about this exotic world.
Commander Cui only knew that he belonged to Crying Soul Ridge.
And Wailing Mountain is one of the hundred thousand mountains.
Even so, in Commander Cui's memory, the territory of Wailing Soul Ridge exceeded a million miles, and there were hundreds of millions of creatures in the territory!
The Martial Dao deity was a little shocked when he saw this information.
Just one of the most inconspicuous mountain ridges among the 100,000 mountain ridges has more than a million miles of territory and dominates hundreds of millions of living beings.
What about the other wider mountains?
According to the memory of this commander Cui, the 100,000 mountains are collectively called Beiling.
The owner of Beiling, known as the King of Beiling, rules the entire Beiling!
It is a pity for the martial arts deity to search all the memories of Commander Cui and find no specific information about this exotic world.
What Commander Cui knew, at most, was only reaching Beiling.
If you want to know more information, you may have to find a cultivator at the prison level.
"Jailer, jailer..."
In the mouth of the martial arts deity, he whispered twice, and a flash of light flashed.
"Could it be that I came to hell?"
In the mind of the martial arts deity, this thought flashed, and his heart froze.
Recalling the surrounding dark and gloomy environment, thinking of the surrounding corpse mountains, thinking of these strange titles, and completely different cultivation civilizations, the martial arts deity feels that this possibility is getting bigger and bigger!